Betrayal

Darkness

Chapter 15

Coming up with the plan had been easily crafted. We would be leaving the Archive as soon as the sun lowered behind the mountain so we could get a head start before my uncle arrived. As time grew shorter to finally being able to meet my uncle, my anger grew inside my chest. He murdered my parents in cold blood, tried to kill me multiple times and thought that his men captured me. What he failed to realize about me was that I trained my entire life to protect myself so I would not fail where my parents had. Nothing against my parents but they relied heavily on their guards to protect them, I would not. Having mates trying to protect me, helped build my trust in them but there is no one more that I trust than myself.

Mikail found some blood for the road and had put them in a cooler to keep them from going bad. I watched my mates as they perused through the books Elder Slate had gathered for us when we first arrived here. I paced around the room while I drank the blood I had been handed earlier. I felt slightly stronger while the blood began to filter into my system. I had not drank since the day before. Time seemed to be moving at a slower pace for an immortal that wanted to be somewhere. It was taking too long for the sun to go down. I glanced up as Elder Slate walked into the room and continued my pacing as he sat down. I could feel his eyes on my back as I kept it facing him.

"Your Grace, is something wrong?" He questioned.

I turned to face him and showed my disdain written on my face. "A family member of mine that I've never met, wants to murder me because he wants the throne that rightfully belongs to me. A mate of mine doesn't want to leave with me because he thinks this is where he's meant to be, even though, clearly, fate has other plans. I have new powers and they're continuing to grow each time I mate with my fated. I have another power that I'm not aware of because all of the elements are spoken for through my four mates. It's just a lot for someone who was just brought into this, not knowing she was a princess five days ago. So you tell me, Elder Slate, if something is wrong." I growled low in my throat, my fists clenching with the anger pulsing through my veins.

I have never been this angry before but something was awakening inside me. I could feel a darkness creating life inside my center that I couldn't quite control. It was hungry, for what? I had no idea but it scared me. It was messing with my emotions and I had to keep a tight leash on my water and fire so that it wouldn't destroy this entire Archive and the people protecting our way of life. My fangs descended as I tried to keep control of my anger and I could feel my hands growing warm, my chest felt cooler than normal against the warmth. I clenched my fists tighter, my knuckles turning white as I fought to keep my powers at bay.

Jaxson stood and walked over to me, keeping his eyes on my face. I turned my glare to him as he came into my personal space.

"Only you have the control, don't let it control you." He said in a hushed tone so only I could hear.

I snarled in retort and he grabbed my fisted hand and pulled me out of the room. The burning gaze of my four mates we walked passed was glued to my retreating form when he pulled me from the room. We walked through the main area we came through to go to the conference room and walked out into the tunnel. I glanced at Mikail and he recoiled from me at the snarl written on my face, averting his eyes. Jaxson pulled me down the tunnel, keeping me secluded from anyone that I might hurt in consequence of losing control. Our eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, the lights were behind us and weren't bright enough to fill this cavernous space. Jaxson pulled me to the side behind some stacked cases that I'm sure were filled to the brim with books and other artifacts that weren't put away yet.

He lowered his head to stare into my eyes, his glowing the bright orange I've come to adore on each of my mates, his hands on both of my biceps. I could still feel the anger and darkness pulsing inside waiting to be let free.